“When we parted at Monte Carlo, Mensmore,” he said, “we parted as friends.”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what has happened since to cause this obvious change in your opinion of me?”
“Is it not true that you suspect me of murdering Lady Dyke?”
“No.”
“But why has my sister been told that I ran serious risk of being apprehended on that account?”
“Because we certainly did suspect a mysterious personage who called himself Sydney H. Corbett, and whose behavior was so unaccountable that the authorities required a reasonable explanation of it.”
“Do I understand, Bruce, that we meet with no more suspicion between us than when we last saw each other?”
“Most certainly.”